Aurnia couldn't sleep that night. Her mind was bugged by Aramis' statement regarding his ideal girl to marry, and she pondered hard what he could mean by that.
'Does he mean that that girl must possess ash-gray eyes, honey-blonde hair, an upturned nose, and a mole under her right eye? And someone who possessed a very endearing smile?' She thought; her mind reeked with so much curiosity.
She rolled over to the other side of the bed and helplessly buried her face in a pillow.
'Why am I so bothered with his ideal girl, though? Like I care if who was he going to end up with one day!' She infuriatedly thought.
But that thought had only brought her to the edge, she was so frustrated that she wanted to scream and rode back to Aramis' house, and asked him to be specific with his ideal girl.
'Damn! Why does everything about him make me so worked up? I hate it!'
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